Ranger-Captain Moriurya Brightsinger

Delectable Missions

(( This story is from early 2010! I'm reposting it here with only minor edits so I can gather her stories in one location. This post also mentions the still active Fancy Cakes event! ))

A Dream.

“If I said your assumption are true, would you ignore me for the rest of your life?” Delamontre’s voice was deep and low, almost a whisper. His bright blue eyes, those eyes that all death knights shared, looked at Moriurya with concern and … love?

Moriurya shook her head and closed her eyes, not wanting to look into the bright blue again, to see the love that seemed to look at her behind a Death Knight’s cold stare. She hated that feeling, hated knowing that another of those whom had been made undead by the Lich King had feelings for her stronger than a friend should ever feel within weeks of meeting someone. She didn’t want anything to do with those feelings, ever again.

But the woman could not resist and her green eyes with a shimmer of gold within returned to her friend to find him twisted, distorted, into a dark-skinned elf with glowing runes upon his body, horns upon his head, and wings spread behind his back; felblood. “Rya, my dear. I love you,” he said with his deep voice, strong and powerful. Felblood Delamontre moved toward her, wrapped his arms around her, and the world fell below her and the sky turned dark. His lips moved toward her face …

“Del, no!”

The sheets around her were cocooned around her slim figure, wrapping around her as if forever wanting to trap her within. Rya blinked a few times at the dawning sunlight that peeked through her bedroom curtains, scanning the room for the nightmare of a dream. With a sigh she rubbed her face with her hands and moved her legs around the four-post bed to touch the cool wood floor. She shivered only slightly before pulling a silk robe on and making her way toward the door to the rest of her moderately sized town house.

“Wah!” A large white bear lay across the threshold, snoring rather loudly, and a springpaw with graying fur was prowling as if ready to pounce on the sleeping beast. “Lincus, enough!” Rya hissed as she knelt down to wake the bear. “Sometimes I wonder if you not much younger than I thought,” the elf’s eyes look over the feline, whom had sat up to groom herself.

Once the little family had been properly scolded for once again sleeping in the wrong place, Rya left the two to their morning meal of multiple hares caught the night before. The elf grabbed herself a piece of fruit and read the morning paper upon her favorite reading chair in the library. She must have woken before the maids because the fire was low and didn’t quite keep the morning chill away from the room. It was halfway through eating the apple before she realized exactly what she had been reading.

“Cake Shop to be Replaced by Bar”

Rya coughed and set the fruit to the side to properly pay attention to the article.

Royal Exchange, Silvermoon City - With the sudden and unannounced disappearance of the owner of the Fancy Cakes shop, Braedyn (last name withheld), many a business has been looking at the location and hoping for a chance to take up ownership.

Fancy Cakes has been open for over a year now every Sunday, hosted by Braedyn and her business partner, a troll by the name of Xiuhteena. It was rumored to have some of the best sweets and non-alcoholic beverages for very reasonable prices and had become the place to be for anyone and everyone of the Horde. This is the first recorded close of the shop.

Resources say that multiple suspects are in the cross-hairs of the authorities, though there has been no hard proof leaning toward any of them. Witnesses say that there were multiple people sitting upon the stairs talking about the disturbance and hoping that the shop-ladies were just late to open due to sudden other events, but still there was a patrol of Blood Knights there to make sure the peace was kept within the city.

One eye witness, whom wishes their name withheld, goes on about this Sunday stating, “There were multiple people at the shop offering a good time and free booze…” and continues with, “…some people were so upset over the woman handing out booze that I am surprised we did not have any full out fights.”

Will we see Miss Braedyn and her baked goods again soon or will another, not so family friendly, business take control of the establishment? If you have any information regarding the absence of Miss Braedyn, please contact the Silvermoon City officials by TwitterBox or anonymous letter immediately.

Moriurya read over the article multiple times but still her face was blank. “…some people were so upset over the woman handing out booze…” Rya shook her head, her eyes hot with anger. He was talking about me. I am glad he did not name me. The elf set the paper down at last and sighed. Her mind raced with the previous night.

It was like any other night; Silvermoon was busy with nobles running around, adventurers looking for work, and the general citizens doing their daily activities. Rya had only really meant to be there for a few hours, but she had turned up to be there late into night. It all started when she was making her way to Fancy Cakes only to see a very small crowd gathered. Fortune, whom she recognized from previous times at the shop, was walking up the stairs with wide eyes and disbelieving steps. Rya knew him to have been a suitor for Braedyn and made her way to speak with him when she too realized that the baker was not there and the door was shut to the establishment.

Of course someone had to accuse him of being the one to abduct her, everyone at one time wants to blame the man when the woman has a crisis. Luckily, that accusation was pushed aside, but only when someone going by the name “Seven” decided to mention that Braedyn was on a list for termination. Was she connected with the plot to assassinate the Convocates and those close to them? The Blood Knight generally called Tiradell had told them to not discuss that at the Cake, most likely not wanting it to create hysteria. He is just covering his own butt, the traitor. It was known to Rya that he was in on the whole deal and was even helping Avaraelia and her minions of House Volanthius in getting their targets. She watched Fortune and “Seven” leave but feared following and being noticed. It was a gift that Ari Foxglove was making her way toward the crowd right then.

Quickly, Rya had made some hand gestures toward the girl. I need you. Follow man with large springpaw and rogue-ish woman. In Farstrider Square. Ari nodded in understanding and responded with some hand gestures as well. What is going on? Rya made quick at explaining. Braedyn missing. Rogue woman suspect. Ari’s eyes had shot open and she quickly set off toward her prey.

Returning her attention to the collecting crowd, Rya spotted Avaraelia with a few of her “children”, Delamontre among them. Rya’s heart dropped, reminding herself again that he was one of “them” and should not be trusted. The beat of a headache began to take dominance over her immediate attention and quickly she made her way away from the others in hold to gather some air. This can’t be happening, I cannot take it.

Time passed and Rya was able to speak to the orc, Grunde, about his stray feline and loosen up the knot in her chest. But just as she was beginning to relax some she saw “Seven” sprinting passed. She quickly pulled the mechanical box off her belt and coded into it, “What just happened.” A coded message returned to her from Ari and soon Rya was making her way to the Farstrider Square to find a polite man questioning her on knowledge of someone named Akiri. Rya and Ari both explained they knew nothing of the name and the man moved on with determination.

Rya could not remember everything that was signed between them, but she knew their conversation was a plot to find out whom the conspirators were and hopefully prevent more from disappearing. They returned to the Shop location only to find a woman with a bag of booze handing it out for free to the people whom were centered at the place in concern over another. Of course this woman showed no regard and even had the nerve of laughing about the whole ordeal and spouting rumors about Braedyn as she stood at the same spot Braedyn would have been conversing with her customers. Frustrated, Rya had left the shop in a huff after telling off the woman.

The paper slid off her lap, startling her as it crumbled at Rya’s feet. “Oh, I must have dozed off.” She picked the paper up and stood to make her way back into the bedroom to change into proper clothing for the day. Morning was not gone yet and maybe she could go to the Bazaar in the city for some early cloth shopping before a light lunch. She moved to her bathing room and used a sponge from a warm water basin to clean off her skin and put a light scented oil upon it. Satisfied, she returned to her bedroom and found a cropped shirt and her leather boots cleaned and put upon a chair waiting for her to change into. Rya’s eyes looked at the shirt and thought it maybe a bit scandalous, but she dressed anyways and set out for her day.